The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 295: Belly Gang

Chapter 295: Belly Gang

The cycle of energy circulation within Xu Feng’s body continued relentlessly, a mesmerizing dance of power that surged through his meridians like a symphony of life. With each passing cycle, the fullness in his belly grew more real, and he could feel his dantian brimming with energy, ready to overflow at any moment.

As he dove deeper into his cultivation, he became acutely aware of the rhythm of the process—the ebb and flow of energy, the moments of culmination, and the anticipation that followed. It was a cycle that kept him in a realm beyond the physical world.

Then there would be a punctuation just before his hunger consumed him, and water would touch Xu Feng’s lips, and his appetite would wane and he would become enthralled in the cycle again.

After four complete cycles, Xu Feng’s hunger began to assert itself, and he eagerly awaited the next infusion of liquid to quench his craving.

But this time, there was no relief, there was no respite. His hunger began to grow to an uncomfortable level, his stomach seeming to eat at itself.

There was no special, secret, awesome water to top him off this time. His cultivation partner had gotten greedy and wasn’t sharing the magical mystical water anymore!

Xu Feng felt his thoughts start to go off trend as he lost focus. He was more upset with his "cultivation partner," who was obviously the Xuan Ancestor who stopped supplying him with the liquid that took away his hunger pangs.

It hadn’t even occurred to him that he was being entirely too trusting with a ghost like presence that looked suspiciously like his husband. What if he was drinking something suspicious?

Still despite the obvious annoyance he felt with said cultivation partner, Xu Feng pressed on with his cultivation, determined to persevere despite the growing pangs of hunger.

The fullness that came with cultivating was such a high. He didn’t have to think about anything or anyone. Not the past troubles, the current troubles, or the future troubles. It was the perfect state, where he was more aligned with nature than the two legged creatures that seemed to be the source of all his world’s troubles.

With the slow movement of energy during the final cycle, the hand inside his abdomen tried to withdraw, but there was an insistent pull from within, like an invisible force tugging from Xu Feng’s core.

Alongside the pull came an ache, a deep seated discomfort that grew more pronounced with each passing second. It was as if his insides wanted to join his outsides and get some fresh air.

Xu Feng gritted his teeth and continued the energy circulation not wanted to stop in the middle.

In cultivation novels, a cultivator usually suffered some sort of backlash when they were pulled from a meditative state forcefully. After all his concentration, and the use of the energy rich cave, there would be no backlashes if Xu Feng could help it!

But the pain became increasingly unbearable. He could feel a surge of energy rising within him chasing, and with a final burst of determination, he completed the cycle as swiftly and cleanly as possible.

Xu Feng’s eyes flew open, meeting the piercing gaze of Xuan Yang. It was a worried look full of doting and real fear.

Despite the pain, Xu Feng couldn’t help but try to smile a bit. Yang could be cute occasionally. He wasn’t always a bully who was itching to be bullied in return.

He leaned backward slowly, collapsing into a fetal position on the cold ground, his breaths coming in rapid gasps.

The ordeal had left him drained and breathless, the intensity of the experience taking its toll. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he stared ahead, the lingering sensations of the profound energy pull and spasms of pain still lingering.

"The child," The voice echoed loudly in the cave. Xu Feng knew the voice and the calm he felt seemed to dissipate. He thought it was Xuan Yang. The end of the cultivation cycle had left him disoriented, and for some reason he wanted at least one of his lovers to be present, and make him feel better.

He pouted. The pain could fuck itself, he wanted to be pampered. Okay, the pain couldn’t fuck itself, but it was actually scalp tingling. It felt horrible and while it was slowly decreasing, a roll of nausea began to build within him.

It was nice the Xuan Ancestor cared about a child like him, but he did want to go home. He wasn’t sure how long he’d cultivated this time, but he was home sick.

The last time he was beyond horny, but this time, he just wanted to be cuddled and kissed, and given all the love and attention in the world.

The voice, Xu Feng realized wasn’t only in his head this time. The cave was still echoing with the voice that had greeted him after his break from the cultivation session.

"The child, the child, the child, the child."

It was a nice steady voice, and listening to the echoing and feeling a tentative cool touch on his shoulders, before the barely materialized hands retreated, Xu Feng was suddenly so tired, and ready to sleep.

His eyes growing heavy, even as the cold of the cave floor chilled him to his core.

"Don’t." Called Dong Yang, some sort of emotion in his voice mirroring his Xuan Yang. This forced Xu Feng’s eyes open as he began to look for Xuan Yang once again, his mind seemingly a bit blurry.

"The cold isn’t good for the child. You’ll hurt the baby."

’Baby.’

’Baby.’

’Baby?’

Baybay...

Beibei????

Xu Feng’s eyes jumped, and he shot up from the ground, looking around the cave for a baby. ’What fucking baby?’

Then he glared at the worried looking specter, who was taking the joke too far...

...But who didn’t seem to be joking...

Xu Feng looked down at his stomach almost incredulously. He wasn’t looking to find a baby or a baby bump, but instead maybe a hole in his stomach after that piercing pain.

"Eep."

’Baby?????’